maandag, maart 22, 2004

(Or, "Making Headlines to Sell a Book Whilst Keeping Your Mouth Shut During the Danger Period")

Richard Clarke, who retired as the White House counter-terrorism coordinator last year, is apparently selling a book and in an effort to sell MORE books, has finally come out and said what we all know, what a boob President Jesus Bush has been when it comes to fighting the "war on terrorism" -- ho hum. Where were you before the invasion Mr. Jack Ass?

"I think he's done a terrible job on the war against terrorism," said Mr Clarke. (oh, NOW he tells us. Lovely, a little fecking LATE in the game now isn't it then?)

"Frankly, I find it outrageous that the president is running for re-election on the grounds that he's done such great things about terrorism. He ignored it. He ignored terrorism for months, when maybe we could have done something to stop 9/11. Maybe. We'll never know."

For those of you who have been following the fun and the war and the explosions, you will be happy to know that these very "sincere" sentiments by Mr Clarke come at the boot heels of the release of his own kiss and tell book: Against All Enemies : Inside the White House's War on Terror--What Really Happened --

Frankly, I don't need a book, or this dumb cunt to tell me something I already know. It might have been nice had this leech made these revelations at a time it would have fucking mattered instead of spreading gossip after the damage has already been done. Spineless, greedy coward. The face of the Bush Administration, really. Someday, President Jesus Bush will write his own memoirs and probably say the same thing: "Hey! Look at me! I Ran the War On Terrorism Into the Ground Because I'm a Muppet Controlled by Prick Cheney!"

(well, no one will say that out loud lest John Ashcunt come and cut out their tongues with his Jesus scissors and Holy Bible, but, really, this "revelation" to sell books isn't heartening. Frankly, I think Clark should be drawn and quartered for having kept his mouth shut this long. But hey, that's just me and hey, this is just the war on terrorism, brought to you by the War Pigs who bring you ever silver platter lie and blood spattered choking fit of deception.


Hippy Hippy Sheik

Ooh, I can't keep still
With the Hippy Hippy Shake
I get my fill
With the Hippy Hippy Shape
Ooh, my babe
Ooh, the Hippy Hippy Shake

Sheik Ahmed Yassin, a quadriplegic preacher who founded the Islamic group Hamas and presided over its rise to a violent, radical alternative to Yasser Arafat's Palestinian Authority, was killed in an Israeli missile strike Monday.


How about a nice plug for Bush Backlash -- just cain't get enough...via The Whole Wide World of Fat Buddha...


To end the morning on a happy note, let's have a John Cornwall "poem", Alchoholic to cheer things up a bit:

You have not seen the sun for days,
it is always dark like unfortunate weather.
Your clothes are as dirty as the city
and the proud arch of your arm cradles
bottles and an occassional cigarette.

The home you left is miles away, your
collection of excuses worn so thin you could
not return to the destruction you have left.
Your bed now is where you fall from a day
in which many faces have seen

the terror inside of you, the terror you
cannot see. The mornings are worst.
For an hour your eyes are clear, capable
of sense and reproach; you would give anything
for the thoughts to go, to leave their questioning

until another time, perhaps until after death.
After the first drink you regain composure
and walk into the day without care.
You shout abuse at those who pass
but it does not matter, you will never

On a bench in the city centre
the world happens.
Everything goes, dismissed.
You sit and stare astounded.

Anger colours in each eye.

(This could be called The War on Terror as well. Really. Just reread it with that title in mind)

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